Over the weekend, my wife and I visited an open house at a home for sale near us. “Welcome,” the realtor seemed to be sweating, nervously as he greeted us. “Thank you,” I said, removing my shoes. “Is that… Is that smoke I smell?” “Hmm, I don’t really smell anything,” the realtor sniffed. “I definitely … Continue reading
I knew the bright lights city of Las Vegas would set my soul on fire, but I never knew it would set my pants on fire as well, which it did.